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DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!

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Ahaha, for too long indeed...

[ He's about to dig his teeth into the meat one of when Cacao leans in instead and he shudders a little to the touch, tilting his head back for the touch to his throat. He slides his hands up to Cacao's shoulders, squeezing and rubbing gently as he explores. Any scales he finds are met with delight, scratched at so Cacao can feel him there, as he brings his knee up along side his hip. To dig his feet into clothes at his waist and begin to push, using his toes to hook where he can.

There is no inch of Cacao allowed to escape him. ]

All the way. I want to taste you.

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[There are many more scales under the robe, tracing his shoulders and spine. Dark and blade smooth.]

You wish to see all there is? Very well.

[He has to sit up more to get out of his pants and under things, his tail arching and slithering from it's slit]

[submittome]

[ And as Cacao strips, Affogato's look is predatory. Uncurling his tail from around the other so he can move, and he watches inch by inch of skin come into view.

And oh, his mouth waters. There is only two people he would give himself truly to and one of them is right here. ]

Switch places with me~

[ Demanding but when is he not. ]

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[There are a few scars in his flesh his alternate memories wouldn't have provided- things earned here in the Grove. Cacao gives a rumbling 'hmm']

You wish to play King then? Very well.

[Affogato can have whatever he wants right now. He shifts to roll over with a grunt]

[submittome]

Oh, I have learned I shall never be a good king... but~

[ He moves with Cacao, using his tail to wrap around Cacao to help him move so he's on his back in the couch, and Affogato is straddle over him. ]

I am wickedly wonderful with my hands. And my tongue. And I'm afraid my position didn't allow me to use either the way I wanted.

[ Plus like this he can shed the rest of his robes properly, wiggling around on Cacao's hips deliberately but also to get the skirting off properly. Sighing a there when it's done, then pressing his knees in tight against Cacao's sides, holding himself down tight against him.

And deliberately rolls his hips, a slow rather sinuous movement as he lets his fingertips ghost over Cacao's abdomen, his eyes tracing over the scars. He knows that one there, this one, that one's new and he leans down to drag his tongue over it. ]

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[He grunts as each wiggle, face darkening in a blush. It's having every intended effect]

I have always found your so called wicked hands fascinating.